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*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no
Now you got caught off guard, by the one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed Dru Down's hair
Other rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not shit
The click you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this
I a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My is turnin to earth
The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, em know that minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what swears he's the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the month
mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight your
I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous Satan
Eatin bacon in of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the for black attack
I, yes quick to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain I deliver
Like water from a river makin you
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the
When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I show you a and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the 'cause
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me my voice so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change and forms
I swarm killa bees for feelin these fantasies
throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump preference
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to salt
But knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure
the scripture, understood the first New Testament
Start to it
The shit is this, where the beat went
I MC's the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like
Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole like Tony
been a phony, Express styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of shit that go through, I lost this
One time, it back the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a
Wit me and my crew baby doll you go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad nigga much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats I chop like cocaine
The action wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More data X-File shows all added up
The nigga from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like steam I will rise to the top to the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
>From top notch to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was precision so I get a
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
Who can't catch the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man took a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the shit
I pack shit but never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never come off weak weak is the opposite of strong
I used to smoke the but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and shoutouts to